People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
Logan Pearsall Smith, Trivia, 1917
Lie, lie to my face
Tell me it ain't no thing
That's what I wanna hear
Take your lie to the grave
That's what an old friend told me
Look what it did for him
L
ại một người nữa ra đi,Lại một người nhắm đôi mi.
Đoàn người lặng lẽ suy tư,
Một vài người ngoái trông xem quan tài cuối nhà thờ.
Ưh đời người chóng qua thay,
I'd like to introduce (echo fade)
In your (echo)
In your (being scratched)
In your sound institute of invention
and revival of audio weapon systems.
Let's try (being scratched)
Tell me have you ever wanted
Someone so much it hurts?
Your lips keep trying to speak
But you just can't find the words
Well I had this dream once
I held it in my hands
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found
Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.
Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn' t know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
Local country station just a blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Each day you've got someone new
A new heart to break
And leave feeling blue
For you're a handsome guy
Girls just can't pass you by
At first I told myself
I need my head inspected
I noticed little things
Same t shirt and sunglasses
Then it got weirder see
She cut her hair like me
Imagine that your heart would beat for me
you know that I'm waiting patiently
till you're by my side
every day; every night
baby you're the one I need can't you see
you know my heart is beating just for you
